5:25pm, the 1st of July on a Wednesday
// succumb: i laid there so empty so numb and so menial; for the fact that i was kept under your thumb and with sleepless nights and sightless flights and still yet i was to succumb. //
// ocd: there's a few things i obsess over:
the juxtaposition of photos on my wall
artistic light bends
writing everything in lower-case
the scratching sound that vinyl makes
and you. //
// constellations: all the stars, the moons, the planets and constellations couldn't compare to the vast majority of how many of the dots in my heart connect to yours. //
YOU ARE READING
if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetry
Poetrya book of poetry // because if i don't say this i'll explode, there's too much white noise in my head that needs to be transferred to the blank spaces in the sky and the unfulfilled breaths of the air we breathe. 20 year old girl from Melbourn...
